The shape of sound – cicadas’ buzz rippling in the air
The shape of shadow – falling angles of light from the house windows
The shape of breath – cylindrical
ribcage expansive, circular, contracting ribbons of bone
The shape of flower blossoms – doubled, orange begonias in an arc of crumpled fabric
The shape of sky – between leaves and branches, inverted butterflies
The shape of trees – moving in a wind I can’t feel
The shape of the hawk – rocketing out of the pine, arcing behind the house
The shape of space between the stars of succulents – always three curved angles
The shape of me? What shape do I make in the evening sky descending its shadowy deep blue light against my skin?
The shape of love – sometimes close, sometimes spacious – always pulsing, the vibrations rippling toward infinity.
There is so much to discover when we meditate on Shape.
Find your sit-spot. Just Be.
Notice the shape of sound, of texture, of air, of breath.
What shape do you make in the gorgeous sky?
What shapes are blossoming between your fingers, the lashes of your eyes, the parting of your lips, the curving angles of your sweet and precious toes, the arc of your nose?
What space, what shape does love make and take up in your living?
How is your heart’s spaciousness rippling toward infinity?
Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart 